User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-2246928-20140724190409/@comment-1298206-20140731211006

''Zakrav peers at the cloud of fog that clings to the forest of skeletal trees. He draws one of his blades from its sheath at his side as he begins to walk forward, calling over his shoulder to the others in response to Grayclaw's question.'' "Now."